Eminem The monster (feat. Rihanna)

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of NewsweekOh well, guess beggers can\'t be chooseyWanted to receive attention for my musicWanted to be left alone in public, excuse meBeen wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both waysFame made me a balloon cause my ego inflatedWhen I blew see, it was confusingCause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leafAbused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)Hit the lottery, oh weeWith what I gave up to get was bittersweetIt was like winning a huge meetIronic cause I think I\'m getting so huge I need a shrinkI\'m beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheepGoing cucko and cooky as Kool KeithBut I\'m actually weirder than you thinkCause I\'m

Now I ain\'t much of a poet, but I know somebody once Told me to seize the moment and don\'t squander itCause you never know when it all Could be over tomorrow so I keep conjuringSometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from(Yeah, ponder it. Do you wonder there\'s no wonder You\'re losing your mind. The way you\'re brought up?)Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whooI think you\'ve been wandering off down yonderAnd stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderenCause I need an interventionistTo intervene between me and this monsterAnd save me from myself and all this conflictCause the very thing that I love is killing me and I can\'t conquer itMy OCD is conking me in the headKeep knocking, nobody\'s home, I\'m sleepwalkingI\'m just relaying what the voice in my head\'s sayingDon\'t shoot the messenger, I\'m just friends with the

Call me crazy, but I had this visionOne day that I\'d walk amongst you a regular civilianBut until then drums get killed I\'m coming straight atEmcees, blood get spilled and ITake it back to the days that I get on a Dre trackGive every kid who got played thatPumped the villian and shit that say backTo the kids who played \'emI ain\'t here to save the f**king childrenBut if one kid out of a hundred millionWho are going through a struggle feels and relates that\'s greatIt\'s payback, Russell Wilson falling way backIn the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make thatStraw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a hay stackMaybe I need a straightjacket, face factsI am nuts for real, but I\'m okay with thatIt\'s nothing, I\'m still friends with the